All language subtitles for George Gently S08E01 - Gently Liberated.eng

Keep your hands up, man!

Go on, son! Go on!

Heads...

Get it down you!

Who's next?

Guv.

I'll be back, I'll be back.

For you.

It's not really my thing, John.

I'll have a large Scotch,
please, love.

I reckon she's sweet on me.

Thank you.

Is this about Gemma?

Is what about Gemma?

She broke your heart, John,

but you're not going find what
you're looking for

at the bottom of a glass.

Hey, look at us.
Your misery must be catching.

Cheers.

To love.

To love lost.

Another.

Move out the way.

Ta. You're a life saver.

You married to a policeman, then?

I AM a policeman.

George, a word.

Yes, sir.

Good luck.

I just wanted to see how you're
coping with the reorganisation.

Did they find some room for your
team in the new office?

Barely, sir.
We're living out of boxes.

It'll settle down.

Change is always hard,
and if we want progress...

You might call it progress,
I call it wasting police time.

There was a time when it would
have been you up there.

There's something else, George.

We need a decision
about your retirement.

With respect, sir, I'm not going to
go a minute before you make me.

All the greats know when to
hang up their gloves.

We do need you to set
a date for your retirement, George.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, sir...
I didn't mean to intrude...

Rachel, this is
Assistant Chief Constable Nicholls.

Sir, Detective Sergeant
Rachel Coles.

I've heard all about you, Sergeant.

George. Sir.

Are you leaving us, sir?

Don't say anything to John just yet.

I want to talk to him myself.

Detective Chief Inspector? Yeah?

There's a body been found
up on the Tees.

All right. Get John for me.

Right.

..five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten...

Here you are, John. Thanks, Gov.

You'll want to mind your nice
clothes, officers.

All kinds of crap round here.

You're in charge?

Yeah. Tommy Norton, General Manager.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Gently.

That is DI Bacchus. DS Coles.

What were the men doing
when they found the body?

We used to dump our waste
down there,

but a German company wants to buy us

and they're very hot on
health and safety,

so we're cleaning it up.

And this tank was sealed
until today, yeah? Yeah.

We'll need the exact date
it was sealed

and, er, get onto missing persons.

Whatever's in there
has preserved most of the body

but the fumes coming off it could
take out half the mortuary.

We'll have to do the postmortem
out here, on site.

Can we get a look at that watch?
Yeah.

"To A.L with love."

A.L, does that mean anything to you?

Alistair.

Who's Alistair?

Alistair Liddell. He worked here.

He was a friend. A good friend.

When did he go missing?

December '62.
Around the Big Freeze.

But he's not missing.

He was murdered by his wife.

Do you remember it?

I do, yeah.

It was one of my first cases
I worked on in CID.

Could it be him? Alistair Liddell.

Aye, maybe... it's possible.

Aye, it was a big story up here.
Listen to this, right.

Wife killed him at home, whilst the
kid was asleep upstairs in bed.

Can you believe that?

She confessed to it,

although she didn't say what she did
with the body, of course.

Yeah. Eve, her name was,
that's right.

Where is she now?

Ah, she's serving life at
Thurston nick.

Rare to get a conviction without
a body. Very rare.

Here you are, Alistair Liddell.

He was last seen drinking in
the Victoria Arms,

which is up in Ouston Hill.
It was a Saturday night in December.

Here you go.

Thank you!

What's this?

Frothy coffee, sir.
It's from the machine.

It's Italian.

Yesterday I didn't have a chair -

today all I ask is to have my
tea made by a human.

And that's never been Italian.

I'm not supposed to waste my time
fetching things, sir.

It's in the new regulations
and I'm supposed to be doing...

All right.

Get some biscuits.

So, Alistair disappeared. Didn't
turn up for work Monday morning.

Now, his wife didn't report
him missing.

She claimed that she hadn't seen him
since he left for the pub.

It's not the most flattering
of photographs.

But the neighbour said that she
heard Alistair and Eve arguing,

at home,
after he got back from the pub.

So she was lying about not
seeing him.

And then we searched the house and
found some, some rags,

some cleaning rags.

Can you move, please?

And they were soaked in blood.
His blood type.

The daughter, Marion, she said that
she that walked in on her mam,

on the Sunday morning, cleaning the
kitchen floor with those rags -

and then we found, out the back of
the house, kitchen knife,

still stained with blood.

See.

And?

Well, we couldn't lift
any fingerprints clear.

So why did she do it?

Talk was, she was having an affair.

She went to see a solicitor, right,
asking about a divorce,

this was a week before the murder,

he sent her packing -
she killed him.

Maybe it's for the money.

The conclusion that he died in the
house that night was arrived at how?

Because there was
no signs of life after that.

No sightings,
no movement on his bank account.

All right.

Come on, then. I'll drive.

I don't know why we're doing this.

The watch isn't conclusive.
Any other form of ID?

Adult male,
Alistair's height and age.

Dental records are a good match.

I'd say this is our man.

I'll do some X-rays once we
get back indoors.

Cause of death?

Two deep stab wounds to the chest.

There are some shallower wounds
here, to the hands and arms.

Like he was defending himself?

Reasonable to presume.
I would have, wouldn't you?

And could those have been made
with, like, a kitchen knife?

Eight-inch blade?

Aye, that would do it.

Right, there you are,
case closed, sir.

These records state that the tank
was sealed

at the end of December 1962.

Somebody was banking on this body
never being found.

Eve Liddell used to work here
in the early '50s.

That's how her and Alistair met.

It doesn't add up, though, does it?

Alistair's body would have been
a dead weight.

If she killed him at the house,
how did she bring him here?

Guv, we got a conviction.

Do you seriously think Eve Liddell
did this on her own?

Somebody helped her - and they've
been scot free for eight years.

Aye, see you later.

Mr Norton around?

Aye, he's just on the floor
inspecting the plant.

I can take you to him. Thank you.

Come this way.

Hi.

Look, our buyers are
arriving in two days.

This German deal's a lifeline for us
but we've not signed it yet.

Do you know how long all
this'll take?

Betty, get these typed up,
would you, love?

Certainly.

How many people would have known
those tanks were due to be sealed?

Most people on site then. Why?

Could Eve Liddell have known?

She stopped work when they married -

but I suppose somebody could
have told her.

There were rumours that she was
having an affair.

Perhaps seeing somebody
at the plant.

She could have had ten boyfriends
down here for all I know.

If a man's shagging
another man's wife

he's hardly likely to advertise it.

Is he, Inspector?

You were good friends with Alistair.

You must have known his wife,
as well.

Barely. She kept herself apart.

He'd bring her to the Christmas
party and she'd stand in the corner

with a face on, never saying a word.

Foreigners for you.

She wasn't born in England?

Nah, she was a Polski.

Came over after the war -

I always thought there was something
wrong with her.

What about Alistair?

He was our industrial chemist -
made this plant what it is.

A proper hero, too -
First Airborne at Arnhem.

But he still played football
with the lads every Saturday.

Didn't deserve to end like this.

I'll need a list of all the people
who worked here

before December 1962.

Have it sent to my office, will you?

DCI Gently from DS Coles.

'Gently, go ahead.'

We have found the daughter,
Marion Liddell.

I've spoken to the social worker -
she was living with Alistair's

parents, until they died.

She's 19 now and she's
studying at art college in Durham.

She's living under a different name,
Eleanor Gray,

so we should tread carefully.

Understood. We're on our way, over.

Oh, one more thing, sir?

Eve Liddell pleaded not guilty at
trial. She retracted her statement.

OK. Have a look at the defence
case for me, will you?

Yes, sir. Out.

Join the feminist revolution!

Join us, support our sisters!

We want equal pay
and free nurseries.

So why did she plead not guilty?

Because she didn't want to
go to prison.

Oh, yeah, all right,
state the bleeding obvious.

I mean, what was her defence?
She didn't have one.

Excuse me.
Would you like to sign our petition?

Aye, all right.

John... Bacchus.

Roman god of wine. There you go.
What's it for?

Should you not have asked that
before signing?

We're starting a women's centre -
a safe place for women.

All right. You can donate, as well,
if you like? Say, five bob?

Five bob...

See you.

See you.

The barrister
knew he had a losing case.

He didn't even put her
in the witness box -

and then, when the jury
heard the confession,

it was game over, wasn't it?

You know how juries love
a confession.

Look at this. Right. Goldfish, OK?

That's a cow.

Skeleton.

What's that meant to be?

It's abstract. Ah, right.

It's not to meant to look
like anything. OK.

Three years learning how to draw

and that's the best they
can come up with.

My daughter can do better than that.

OK, everybody, thank you very much,
see you tomorrow. Sophie?

Oh... It's a naked bird.

Mm-hm.

Hello.

That's her, there, sir.

Eleanor Gray?

Do you need me to identify him?

Yeah...

Do you recognise this?

Yes.

He let me wear it sometimes.

I'm sorry, Marion,

but we do need to ask you
some more questions.

Why? What is there left to do?

It's only a formality. We just need
to confirm identification,

then the coroner can release
your dad for burial.

Well, no, it's,
it's not quite that simple.

You were in the house that night?

You know I was.

Did you hear anything?
Did anybody else enter the house?

I stood up in court and told
them what I saw.

'It was the way she looked at me.

'Like she felt nothing.

'The last time I saw my mother
she was being taken away.'

Myszka, Myszka, forgive me.
Forgive me!

Forgive me, I'm sorry,
Marion, I'm sorry! MARION!

The way your father was found,
she could have had help.

Did she have any friends?
Boyfriend maybe?

You shouldn't have come here.

I'm the daughter of a murderer.

Reporters used to follow me.

People watched me my whole life.

I've got a new life now. Just let me
bury my father and get on with it.

I held on to Marion's hand
for hours at the station,

before her grandparents came
to pick her up.

Um... Well, we'd just had
Leigh-Ann at the time,

and I remember thinking...

I hope my daughter never has to go
through anything like that.

How long has it been since
you saw Leigh-Ann?

Er...

Look, she's got another dad now.

A better one.

Thank you.

Can we see some ID, please, gents?

Morning.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Mrs Liddell. I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Gently.

I think you already know
Inspector Bacchus.

Yes.

Do you know why we're here?

Is it Marion?

Has something happened to her?

No, no, no. Marion's fine.

Have you seen her? What is she like?

Did she say anything about me?

Nothing you'd want to hear.

We're here because we've found
Alistair's body.

Found him? Where?

Where do you think we could
have found him?

Tell us what happened to Alistair.

You told the police
that you killed him.

Then you took back your confession.

I made a mistake.

How did you make a mistake?

Did you argue with Alistair
that night?

Perhaps you killed him during
that argument -

and then got somebody else to help
you move the body.

Somebody you wanted to protect?

Did you talk to Marion?

Marion testified against you.

This is what you left her with.

So don't try and act like the
caring mother, all right?

What have they done to him?

Look, you dumped him at the plant.

So just tell us who helped you and
then we can leave you alone,

you can go back to your cell...

John! John! That's enough.

Did you kill Alistair?

Thank you.
Do you see what I had to deal with?

Did you consider other suspects?

Yes, sir. Of course we did.

Just look at the evidence
against her, will you?

And her own daughter
thinks she did it.

The way she reacted when she was
shown his body.

Cos she realises she's going to
spend the rest of her life inside,

with absolutely with no parole.

Well, if that was acting,
it was very convincing.

It looked like loss to me. Ah, guv.

And the story used for her
conviction.

It doesn't fit where the
body was found.

Look, so somebody helped her.

Now, we can chase our tails
looking for them,

or we can move on to a proper case.

And what if she's telling the truth?

Guv, she's pulling the wool over
your eyes. She's manipulating you.

What, you think I'm that easily
fooled, do you?

You might let emotions cloud your
judgment, I'm after the facts.

Aye, well she's foreign, isn't she?
She reminds you of Isabella.

You are out of order.

I'm sorry.

DCI Gently about?

No, sir.

I see he's got you working on
the Liddell case.

What's your opinion of it?

Well, um - I think Eve Liddell
was tried by the press

before it even got to court, sir.

So, we have a reformer on our hands.

I expect you'll be wanting to make
Commander one day,

like Shirley Becke at the Met.

Sir?

George. I was asking DS Coles here
about the Liddell case.

She thinks Mrs Liddell didn't get
a fair trial.

Well, um, there were, there were...

there were no witnesses for the
defence, sir,

and, um, well, part
of the prosecution case

were never backed up.

They said that Eve was after
Alistair's money,

but he didn't have much to his name,

and nobody knew anything
about a boyfriend.

Without a body there should have
been reasonable doubt,

but she didn't have anybody to
speak for her, so...

It's because she was guilty, sir.

Or maybe she was the just
the obvious suspect.

I just think we should look
at the evidence.

I would like to reopen the case,
sir.

At the very least there was
somebody else involved.

At worst,
the killer is still out there.

There was a lot of press attention
when Eve Liddell was sentenced.

And already I'm fielding
calls from reporters.

So do I have your permission
to carry on, sir?

We all respect you, George.

Don't be remembered
for an error of judgment.

Sir.

Guv, we've got a result, sir.

Marion wants a body to bury.

We should just close the case.

If you keep talking,
I'm going to start asking

why you're so anxious to defend
a flawed investigation.

Is there something
I should know here?

Because if there is, tell me -
don't let me find it.

Stand back, please.

Mind your backs.

So, the day that Alistair
disappeared, the family were in.

He went out to play football,
then he came home at tea time,

he then went to the pub with his
team-mates from work.

Left at ten-ish. Then it's
a 15-minute walk back here.

Still the same neighbours?

Mm-hm. Mr and Mrs Willis.

You all right?

Aye, you? Yeah.

So, Marion was upstairs
in her bedroom

and the neighbour said that she
heard a row around 10:30.

Eve had put the radio on while she
tucked Marion in for the evening.

The prosecution made
a big thing of that at court.

Looks bad in a circumstantial case.
Suggests premeditation.

Well, the thing is, sir,

in her first statement Eve claimed
that she was out at 10:30.

She said that she had gone for
a walk. Is that true?

She claimed. It doesn't make any
sense though, does it?

What kind of mother leaves
the kid alone in the house

at that time of night?

Did you ask her to elaborate?
Yeah, of course we did.

It was all a pack of lies.

She didn't have an alibi and we have
a witness who heard them arguing.

The knife was outside?

Aye, over here.

About here.

So, either the killer threw
it outside,

thinking it wouldn't be found,
or Alistair died here.

Well, if Eve killed him, she went to
a lot of trouble to hide the body,

didn't she, so why wait till the
next morning to clean up his blood?

And why leave the knife here?

She's not exactly a professional
assassin. She panicked.

We need to know who else was
friendly with the Liddells.

Anybody who could have helped
Eve move the body -

or anybody who wanted Alistair dead,
for that matter.

Caldbrook's sent over the
employment records.

I can go and speak to people who
used to work with Eve.

I'll head back to the office.
No, you won't. You'll stay with me.

Work off the effects of last night.

You gave evidence at
Eve Liddell's trial, Mrs Willis -

you heard the argument next door?

Patricia, please. I did my bit.

Do you know the family well,
Patricia?

Alistair went to the grammar
school with Harry.

They were next door for
a few years before he died.

And did you know Eve?

Not really.

She wasn't our type of people.

Alistair was a respectable man,
but they got married in a hurry,

if you know what I mean.

But they weren't happy?

She killed him.
Does that sound happy to you?

Hmm. Well...

Could you describe
the argument you heard?

It's all in the statement
I gave to Mr Bacchus.

I heard raised voices,
then crashing about.

But you are sure that the voices you
heard were Eve and Alistair.

Well, it was through the wall,
so I couldn't hear clearly...

I heard an argument. They'd argued
before, but this was much worse.

Did your husband hear the argument?
Harry?

He was still at the pub
with the team.

Didn't get home until much lat...

straight after closing time,
and I told him about it then.

Ah. We heard Eve Liddell was
having an affair.

Do you have any idea who
she was seeing?

No. But I wouldn't be surprised if
there was more than one.

But you never saw her with anyone in
particular? No specific rumour?

Oh. Maybe your husband could help?

He wouldn't know any more
about that than I do. Ah...

Thanks. Thanks.

How much do you want to bet her
husband was shagging Eve Liddell?

She's unhappy about something.

First she says he was home "much
later" the night of the murder.

Then, he came back just
after closing time.

Hey. Her boyfriend living right next
door. Perfect for a murderer.

Janet Ellery? You worked at
Caldbrook's with Eve Liddell?

I'm a police officer.

Come in.

Thank you.

That's Eve. Oh, right.

There on the end.

This one? She was 18 then,
just started in the office.

What was she like?

Hard to get to know at first.
Kept a lot inside.

It's not surprising,
given where she came from.

How's that?

She saw her parents shot,
right in front of her, by the Nazis,

when she was ten.

Gosh. That's a terrible thing
for a child to see.

But she wasn't who they said in
the papers -

and nobody bothered
asking about him.

Who? Alistair?

Liked to put out this heroic
story about himself,

but he wasn't a nice man.

He abused his position.

Did he have enemies?
Down at the plant?

Aye. More than one, pet.

All right.

It's not illegal
to serve a pint yet, is it?

No, we're looking into the murder
of Alistair Liddell.

Alistair was in here on
the night that he died.

Aye.
The team had just lost the derby.

All right,
do you anybody that was with him?

It was years ago, man.

You should have asked us
the day after.

Yes. We should have.

Was Harry Willis in here that night?

Oh, come on, man, will you?
It's not like a punter of yours

gets murdered every night
of the week, is it?

What do you remember?

Do you remember anything with
Harry Willis and Alistair's wife?

Now, that was just idle gossip.

Excuse me?
You played football with Alistair.

Were you here that night?

Aye. I'm here most nights.
I'm here most days, too.

Ah, leave Robert alone, man.

Look, they got into a barney that
night - Harry and Alistair.

They'd all been drinking hard,
but Alistair was worst.

What time did Harry Willis
leave here?

I told you - I can't remember.

Do you remember this argument?

All I remember is Harry tried
to give Alistair a lift home

because he was too drunk to walk.

Before closing time?

Aye, well before.
Harry left soon after.

Harry Willis. Pull him in.

Thank you.

Thank you for being so helpful.

'I visited Eve occasionally.'

I was worried about her.

I've seen it before, you see,
my father had a temper so...

People say Alistair was this hero,
but, the fact is his life

hadn't gone the way he wanted it to
and he was, like, raging inside.

My dad had a temper.
I never killed anyone.

You're saying he hit her?

His moods were getting worse
towards the end.

Well, he was under pressure -
something to do with work, I think.

But you were the one who was arguing
with him the night he disappeared.

I was trying to talk to
him about Eve.

He was already in a rage after the
game, so he wouldn't listen.

Look,
we know that you left the pub early.

We know your wife lied to
give you an alibi.

If you weren't with Alistair,
where were you, Mr Willis?

Patricia thinks you were involved
in this, doesn't she?

I was with another woman that night.

She calls herself Rose.

I see.

We'll need an address.

Why didn't you tell us this,

why didn't you say something
at the time?

Because my wife has built her life
on appearances

and she doesn't deserve
to be humiliated by me.

You could have told somebody
about Alistair.

I thought it would look bad for Eve.

Janet Ellery said that

Alistair had enemies at the plant -

his "good friend"
Tommy Norton couldn't stand him.

Alistair was angling for
the General Manager job

and he was furious that Tommy
got it over him.

So the investigation had the wrong
picture of Alistair.

The wrong picture of Eve.

And not a shred of evidence
that wasn't circumstantial.

No, no, no, no, hang on.

We had her daughter's testimony,

the murder weapon we found
outside the house.

Her own confession. And her friend
said she bottled things up -

so what if she just snapped?

Huh?

OK, maybe we got the motive wrong
before -

but there's still motive
if he was knocking her about.

It's a stronger case against her,
if anything. No!

You had a theory and you made
the evidence fit.

How many times did this happen
before I got here?

How many convictions
were neatly tied up

to get the result you wanted?!

It wasn't just
me that convicted her.

You're forgetting about my
superior officers,

you are forgetting about the judge,
and 12 men of the jury...

Aye. Have you noticed something?
They're all men.

That's just a turn of phrase,
Rachel.

Aye, well, it fits, though,
doesn't it?

A justice system that was set up by
men and that is run by men.

No wonder Eve Liddell didn't think
she could tell anyone

what was really going on.

No, no, sorry, no, that is
no excuse -

if he was knocking her about

then she could have left,
and walked away, but she didn't.

So what if he hit her,
a killer is still a killer. What?

Now, you taught me that, sir.

She did try to leave, though,
didn't she?

She went to see a solicitor who sent
her away feeling ashamed of herself.

She had nowhere to go.

You're not -
you're missing the point. Enough!

And if you say "so what" again,

I swear you won't be working in this
police force or any other one.

What?

From Dr Anderton, sir.
X-ray results.

Absolute confirmation.

So the only thing we know
for certain

is that Alistair Liddell
is our victim.

These files, is this all of it?

It's everything that went to court.

Well, I want to see all of it!

Including anything that might have
been buried

in somebody's bottom drawer.

It was a strong case, guv.

Are you all right, sir?

Yeah. I'm fine.

No, I'm not fine.

I don't think
justice was served here -

but he's probably right,
violence in the marriage

could have been
a reason for Eve Liddell to kill,

whether she meant to or not.

We have to face that possibility.

I know it's not my place,
but if Inspector Bacchus knew...

If he thought that you might be
leaving us soon,

he might understand why you need
to put this right.

He's a policeman.
He should KNOW to put it right.

I want to talk to Marion again.

I want to know what was really
going on in that marriage.

Sir?

Inspector Bacchus.

Gently's man.

I'm my own man, right?

Your boss still raking up this
Liddell thing?

If I was my own man I'd tell him
to consider what side he's on

and play happy families.

Yes, sir.

You investigated the original case.
What do you think?

I think we should shut it down, sir.

For everyone's sake.

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by Jimi Hendrix

Would you care to look at our
Art of Protest Exhibition?

I'll give you this free leaflet.
All right.

It's free to go on in.
Thank you. There you go.

Hiya.

Have you come to consciousness yet?

There's a woman's meeting later
this week, join us.

I hope you don't mind us asking,
sir,

but I just wondered how long
we've got left with you?

Not long.

You can't fight it?

Not forever.

My wife - Isabella - she used to
love walking on the beach.

It's where I proposed to her.

You've never talked to
me about her before.

I told you to leave me alone.

We're in the middle of a show.

Who is she?

Ah. It's a good likeness.

Can you give us a minute?

What was he really like,
your father?

My father died a long time ago,
Mr Gently.

My wife was murdered
a long time ago.

The only thing I could do for her
was to get her justice.

My mother's in prison.
I have justice.

You lived with your father's family,

you heard just one story
about your parents.

What if it that's not all of it?

I have to ask you, Marion,
did you hear anything that night?

She turned on the radio.

Goodnight, Myszka.

That wasn't the first time
that she turned on the radio,

was it?

Or the first time that you
hid under a blanket?

You don't understand.

You're asking me to remember,

but it's like trying to
hold on to a dream.

I have nightmares
where I hear him shouting,

but I loved him, too.

And her.

What about her?

A few days before he died,
she dragged me up the stairs

so hard that my arm was bleeding
where I scraped it off the walls.

She locked me in my room.
I never understood it.

I used to think there was
something wrong with me, too.

What if I'm like them?

Both of them?

You want a lift home?

Nah.

I wanted to believe she
couldn't have done it - Eve.

But what if John's right?

We follow the evidence
till we get an answer.

I'll see you tomorrow, Rachel.

Night, sir.

Lisa? It's me.

Yeah.

I know, I know, I know...

Yeah, I just want to speak to
Leigh-Ann for a minute.

I know, please, just for a minute.

Right.

Hello, sweetheart.

Yeah, yeah. Are you all right?

Aye, you know, I'm just, um,
I'm just working late...

This is everything they brought over
from the old station.

Do you want to let me know
what you're looking for

and I'll have it sent up?

No. I'll look for it.

Suit yourself.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Welcome, welcome to Caldbrook's.

Karl. Karl,
thank you for making the journey.

Guten Tag. Guten Tag.

What's he doing here?

Guten Tag. It's Robert.
He's bringing my lunch, Mr Norton.

Guten Tag.

He does it every day.
I'll go tell him to go.

Hiya, pet. You all right?

Mr Norton asked if you could leave,
it's a big moment for him.

I'll see you later, thanks.

What happened to you?

I brought something for you.

That's Marion,
she's studying at the art school.

I think she has a great talent.

I write her letters.

I never send them.

You've seen a lot of violence
in your life,

experienced it throughout your life.

Did Alistair hit you?

I loved him at the start. I...

..tried to keep on loving him -

for Marion's sake.

But one day I just couldn't
any more.

He would... He would put his hand
over my mouth and hold me down...

And he raped you?

I thought it was my fault.

I should have taken Marion away -
I didn't know how.

I, I was nothing.

In your earlier statement, you said
that you left the house that night.

Where did you go to?

I needed some air.

I checked on Marion
and I went out for a walk.

What time?

I don't know. Before ten.

I was out for an hour - maybe two.

And nobody saw you?

When I came back,
Alistair wasn't home.

There was a mess in the kitchen
and the back door was open.

I thought he'd gone out
looking for me.

In the morning I found his blood.

When he was drunk sometimes
he cut himself.

I was glad he wasn't there.

I know how that sounds -

but I hoped he'd left us
and he was never coming back.

Why didn't you tell the
police any of this?

I tried. And they said I lied.

They said they knew what I'd done

and they kept asking the same
questions, over and over again.

I wouldn't say what they wanted, so,
so they didn't let me sleep.

They kept pushing and pushing,
and the way they looked at me...

The way that young sergeant
looked at me -

as if I was a monster.

Inspector Bacchus pushed you
into a confession?

It wasn't only him.

But he was there.

I think I'm getting deja vu.

Are you coming down with something?

Yesterday's shirt -
big night, was it?

Are they the files from
the archives?

Mm-hm.

Anything useful?

If there was, don't you think I
would have told you?

I found this buried in
the case files.

A few months before Alistair died
there was an accident -

a fire at the plant.

Guess who did the internal review?

Tommy Norton. First thing
he did as General Manager.

Alistair signed it off.

Looks like they hushed it all up
and then fired an apprentice

called Robert Platt.

Should we look into it?

It's a bloody fishing trip,
isn't it?

Come on, then.

I know there's something wrong.

I'm hungover.

You're always hungover
at the minute.

I know Gemma left you -
but this is different, isn't it?

You know you can tell us.
We're on the same side.

I'm worried about my job.

He wants to have his crusade
doesn't he, George?

You see, it's different for me.

I was part of this investigation -

and they'll look
for someone to blame.

It was a different time.
He knows that.

It wasn't different for him, was it?

You should talk to him.
You need to talk to each other.

Right, have a look at this. Howay.

So, there's a new nitration system

which we replace every few years.
And we...

Mr Norton?
We just had a few more questions.

Excuse me. This is not a good time.

Did you write this report?

Call off the attack dog, would you?

Answer the question.

This fire, at the plant -

you and Alistair concluded that
Robert Platt was to blame.

You said that he was fixing a pipe
and he botched up the repair work?

That's right. I think it was your
fault - yours and Alistair's.

I think you were cutting corners,
weren't you?

You don't know what you're
talking about.

Well, you wrote this report
just after you got the promotion.

A few months before Alistair died.

Did the fire have something to do
with him stepping aside?

Look, you can tell us here now, or I
can arrest you in front of everyone.

Maybe we'll tell them everyone

that the Germans are planning on
closing down the plant...

All right!

All right.

Alistair thought his, his fancy
education made him a genius -

always making "improvements" to
the process, never telling anyone.

After the fire I found out
he'd altered the system.

A pipe cracked,
Robert tried to fix it, but, yes,

the fire was Alistair's fault.

I agreed not to tell anyone

if he supported me to take over
as General Manager.

Are you satisfied?

I brought Alistair down
a peg or two those last few months.

He hated it, but I won.
And I didn't do anything criminal.

I had no reason to kill him -
so, if you'll excuse me.

What about Robert Platt?
He had a motive.

Robert never knew the truth.

And he was in the pub with me
all night - ask anyone on the team.

Now, if you don't mind.

Go on.

(Prick.)

Gentlemen, I'm really sorry...

You pushed her. You pushed her
till she broke, didn't you?

You and your DCI decided
that Eve Liddell was guilty,

but you didn't have
a strong enough case without a body.

So you bullied her
into a confession.

No, no, we thought we were right.

All the evidence pointed to her.

Now we've got nothing.

What's this?

It's a statement from
a lad called Graham Arthur.

He was up by the Liddell
house that night.

He said that he saw
a woman on the street outside.

Now, the timing was wrong,
so I didn't think it was relevant.

And then when she confessed,
it was a loose end.

And I just...
I went back to tie it up.

So, you got him to change his story.
Eh?

Yeah.

Yeah, I told him to say
that he was mistaken.

This could have been Eve leaving the
house. This is reasonable doubt.

So how long were you
going to hold on to this, eh?

Did you think you might
just lose it?

And let an innocent woman
rot in prison?

Do you think you decide when to
dispense justice?

You're not a real policeman.

You mean I'm not you.
You're a saint, aren't you?

But you know what? Saints in
the Bible, they're all right,

but in real life
no-one likes them much.

I serve justice. That's my life.

Yeah. And it's all that you've got.

Do you know,
you're an embarrassment.

You're an accident waiting
to happen.

Just look at the state of you,
with your drinking.

You want to pull yourself together,
Sergeant.

Except I'm not your sergeant
any more, am I?

Hey, do you know why he stayed
up here in the North...

Don't... Rachel?

Go on.

To chop me down.
That's what he said.

He'd lost everything,
he'd lost his wife.

He was on his way out of the force,
and then he found himself a project.

I'd been given a transfer
to the Met - but no...

..no, he needed something to restore
meaning into his life.

To make up for the guilt he felt
knowing that his crusades

are the reason
his wife was murdered.

Get out.

You know, you tried to shape me
into your image -

well, are you happy now?
John...

I've lost Gemma, I've lost
my daughter

and this job is the only thing
I have. John, don't.

And what about Rachel?

What's she going to do when she
has to decide between being

a detective and having a family?
John, don't.

You've put impossible expectations
on her, just like you did with me.

John!

I thought you had a future.

Ah, well, it's not your future,
any more, is it, George?

Look, the old chief.

What's going to be left behind
when you go? Nothing.

You're finished here.

I'm recommending you for suspension.

Get out of my sight.

John...

It's my choice to be here, sir.

This job is important to me.

And not I'm trying to be like you,
or anyone else.

There's something that Eve Liddell
still isn't telling us.

I mean, why would you leave
a child alone in the house?

We need to get Marion to go
and visit her mother,

then we'll get to the truth.

You're not meant to be in here.

I need your help, please, mate.

I want an address for Graham Arthur.

He used to live up in Ouston Hill.

Then he moved about five years ago
with his parents.

Parents' names?

I don't know.

So, the Arthur family,
and they could be anywhere?

I'll call back in for it.

All right.

Thank you.

Are you all right?

Mm.

What happened?

I'm leaving.

You won't change my mind.

As soon as you walked into
the studio that day,

I knew it was over for me here.

You have a real talent, Marion.

Do you really want to leave
art school?

Do you really want to give
up on all this?

I just want to live me own life.

Well, then, you can't run
away this time.

I believe that your mother
will tell the truth,

but only if she knows you
want to hear it.

Marion is here because
she wants to know the truth...

..whatever that might be.

Myszka.

Forgive me.

What do you want forgiveness for?

I loved you so much.

From before you were born.

You used to kick me
in the middle of the night...

Your father loved you, too.
It was just me he couldn't love.

I didn't want you to know
what he did to me.

I didn't want you to hear it.

It was getting worse -
in the last few months.

He hurt me every night.

It felt like it would never end.

But then I found out I was pregnant.

I can't describe what it
felt like.

I was coming back to life.

I planned to take you away
with the baby.

So I went to, um, see a solicitor...

..but he told me
I wouldn't get a divorce.

He told me if I left,
your father would get custody.

When I got back home, it was late.

He was angry.

And you were playing so loudly,

I, I pulled you upstairs into your
room and I locked the door, so he...

..so he couldn't hurt you
when he hurt me.

I was so afraid.

I couldn't take care of one child.

How could I protect two?

I killed my baby.

I left you home alone
and I went to see a woman...

Why didn't you tell anyone?

I couldn't.

Abortion was a crime.

I killed my child.

God forgive me.

And I thought you would be
better off without me.

No, you're all right. Thank you.

Everything all right, DS Coles?

Doesn't it make you lose heart, sir?

When you know something,
but you can't prove it.

I see policing as
a matter of judgment, not heart.

Of balancing realities.

I look forward to seeing you,
Rachel. You brighten up the place.

Thank you, sir.

DCI Gently has always paid
attention to you, hasn't he?

When he retires, I want you to know
that my door is always open.

Perhaps we could become as close as
you and he have been?

I, erm, I read an interview
with Commander Shirley Becke.

She said there's
no such thing as a lady policeman.

We're police officers who just
happen to be women.

Not everyone sees things
that way yet,

but Mr Gently has always
been a great mentor to me,

a real FATHER figure.

And I'd be honoured to see you
in the same way, sir.

You're going to need a lot of
friends in this world, Rachel.

Remember that.

Sir?

I've been looking over
the Liddell inquiry.

Speaking to Inspector Bacchus.

We need to wrap it up.

I want headlines for
the right reasons.

With respect, sir.

You were Superintendent at the time
of Eve Liddell's conviction -

however much you avoided getting
your hands dirty.

Now, if you want me to bury this
there will be headlines

but for the wrong reasons.

If you want me to retire,
I'll go 1st of January...

..but I'm staying on this case
until Eve Liddell walks free.

Very well.

You need to talk to me?

I'm fine.

We're not going to find her, the
woman who performed the abortion?

No, we're not.

Apart from Eve's word,
we haven't got enough evidence

for a fresh appeal.

We need to find that killer.

Why that Saturday?

Why did Alistair come back from that
football match in such a rage?

There was, there was bad blood on
the pitch - and at the plant.

Alistair had caused an accident -
a fire -

and Tommy Norton covered it up.

They blamed it on an apprentice
called Robert Platt.

What day was that fire?

5th of September.

When did Alistair's money
troubles start?

There are his bank statements.

Ha.

Get Robert Platt and
Tommy Norton in here.

Yes, sir.

You've done well compared with all
these grammar school boys,

haven't you, Mr Norton?

A good watch. Nice suit.
You have expensive tastes.

I've made a success of myself,
I can afford it.

Ah, but there was a time when you
couldn't afford it, wasn't there?

When you needed extra cash
to buy the things that you liked.

You...

Now, then, this is a statement from
Alistair Liddell's bank account.

And do you know what's
funny about it?

September to December 1962,

Alistair never deposited his pay -

but he was withdrawing most
of his savings.

Have you got the other one?

This is yours, and during the
same period

you came into quite a lot of money.

You didn't just use the fire
at the plant to get the job

that Alistair wanted.

You were blackmailing him,
weren't you?

Alistair always made sure to remind
me of my failings -

he liked to put me down to make
himself look better...

..and when I found out what
he was really up to,

he was desperate not to be
exposed as a failure.

Well. Blackmail being
a criminal offence,

I doubt that your buyers will want a
manager with a record,

so why don't you tell us what
really happened

the day that Alistair disappeared?

Alistair came to me before the game.

He said there was no more money -
he wasn't paying any more.

Oh, so you told Robert Platt
the truth about the accident -

just to get him on side,

and together you hatched
a plot to get rid of him. Yeah?

I told Robert the truth,
that's all...

..and he laid into Alistair on
the pitch - got Alistair sent off.

Robert was desperate.
He could've done anything.

All right, you can go for now.
Chris.

Oi, I'm not finished with you.

I'm looking for Graham Arthur.

We know you fought with Alistair
that Saturday.

So what?

You must have been very angry
when you found out

the fire at Caldbrook's
was Alistair's fault.

He shot my life to pieces.
Him and Tommy Norton.

God, no-one would ever give
me another chance after that.

But, I didn't kill anyone.

I didn't ask you about the murder.

But I do know that Eve Liddell
didn't kill Alistair.

Which means that somebody else
was at their house that night.

Somebody else
was arguing with Alistair -

and you had a reason to go
and confront him.

Tommy says that you were
both in the pub

till closing time -
but I don't believe that you were.

Alistair's body would have been hard
for one person to move alone.

Tommy helped you to move the body,
didn't he?

Sir?

What do you want?

This is Graham Arthur.

He'd like to offer his witness
statement again as evidence.

All right, go on,
tell Mr Gently what you told me

about the lady outside the
Liddell house that night?

Well... she looked like
Marilyn Monroe.

What's she doing here?

Betty, love, sweetheart,
are you all right?

DI Bacchus, I want you here.
Sit down, please, Mrs Platt.

What's she doing here?
She hasn't done anything wrong.

Ordinary people, they read about
murderers in the newspapers

and they think they can imagine
what it's like to kill.

But the truth is, nobody knows how
it feels to take a man's life.

The first thing is the panic,
the heart's beating faster

and the blood's rushing
to your brain,

so you just can't think what to do.

You should be talking to Tommy.

You look back at the body.

You feel the blood on your
hands - it's sticky.

It smells sweeter
than you might think.

So you try to move the body,
but the feel of it repulses you,

it's soft and heavy and it's hard
to move, like a sack,

but there's still warmth in it.

We have a witness who saw you on
the street that night, Mrs Platt.

You helped your husband to move
Alistair body, didn't you?

No.

You don't need to do this to her.
Right? I killed him.

Yeah, tell them, Betty...
Tell them I did it by myself.

Love?

The other thing that people don't
understand is the guilt.

How it weighs on your soul.

Your husband didn't kill Alistair,
did he, Mrs Platt?

I'm telling you.. No.

I'm telling you I did it!
I'm telling you it was me.

No, Robert.
Robert, I need to tell them.

No, no, no, don't... It's OK.
You can't, you can't.

I want to do this.

Because you're right.

Nobody knows what that kind of
secret does to you.

We tried to get on with our lives...

..then it just creeps
into the corners.

We never talked about it.

How could we even have children?!

Tell me what happened.

We were so in love, weren't we?

All we wanted to do
was to get married.

But when Robert lost his job,
he called the engagement off.

That Saturday,
I went to the football

because I wanted to talk to him -

that's when I overheard Alistair
and him fighting.

So, I thought, if...
if I could get Alistair alone,

you know, I-I could persuade him
to change his mind

and to give Robert his job back.

Why did you think Alistair
would listen to you?

Because he liked me.

Oh, aye,
he liked coming into the office.

Putting his hand on my skirt
at first - then up me leg.

And I never said anything,
because he's an important man.

So you went to see him at home.

Aye, because I thought his wife
would be there too, but,

but she wasn't, he was alone.

He invited me in
and I tried to talk to him.

I wanted to explain

we just wanted a home,
a family like he had.

But he wasn't interested in that.

He grabbed me and he pushed me back.

He pushed me onto the table

and he had his hands
around my throat,

I can't even breathe,
and he's scaring me

and I put my hand out
and there was a knife...

I wanted to stop -
to stop him.

I thought he was going to kill me!

And when I looked there
was just blood.

I was frightened and I ran.

Sorry.

You helped her move the body.

You could have gone to the police.

Could I? Do you think they would
have listened to me?

You let an innocent woman
go to prison.

I'm sorry. Please, please,
will you tell her I'm so, so sorry?

Stand up, please, both of you.

Betty Platt, I am arresting you
for the murder of Alistair Liddell

on the 15th of December, 1962.

You do not have to say anything,
but anything that you do say

may be taken down in evidence

and may be used in against you
at your trial.

Do you understand?

Robert Platt, I am arresting
you for assisting an offender

and disposing of a body,
do you understand?

Come on. It's all right.

Betty, Betty, come on. Come on.

It wasn't murder.
She was defending herself.

That's for a court to decide.

Do you want one?

Um, no, you're all right, thank you.

I've, er, well, I've got
somewhere I need to be.

Got a date?

Sort of a... a girls' night.

All right?

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight, Rachel.

Night.

I've come to collect some things.

Look, I know I did wrong, but
I have changed and you know that.

Just give us a chance
to prove it, eh?

You went to the ACC behind my back.

I was scared, and I knew I was
wrong and you wouldn't stop...

Yeah, well,
I knew something was coming.

It was written all over
your face from the start.

Six years - six years
you've been working for me

and you didn't think you can
come and talk to me?

I'm a mess.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I want to be a man that my daughter
can be proud of, I do...

I know you're not me, John...

..but if you want to prove
you've changed,

it's not me
that you've got to answer to -

it's not Gemma,
it's not your daughter.

It's you. You've got to
prove it to yourself.

So, it's time for you to go
your way, and I'll go mine.

I'm sorry.

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What do we want? Equal Rights!
When do we want it?

Right now!

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free ourselves!

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